Richie: Your address reads as follows : Go east six blocks of the abandoned warehouse with the sign that says Eastwick. Go north across the street.


Richie: You can't make this shit up. It's the little house with tons of steps up the steep hill and part gripped rusty door.

Nessa: When I have some guy's dick inside me... I feel loved. And that's the only time.

Scott: Lady, you're so fucked up you can't even tell how fucked up you are.

Margaret: Well, you were right. I am, I am all... messed up.

Scott: You can say... fucked up. I won't tell anyone.

Margaret: Okay, I'm, I am all fucked up.

Detective Dupre: You better mind your mouth or I'm gonna mind it for you.